[SHOP-F2] The Ferrous Maiden - Shard's Smithshop

[Shard 0]

Near the centre of the main second floor town, lay a rather unassuming stall and shack. This is the fine establishment known as The Ferrous Maiden, one of the only player run smiths on the entire floor. Though it lay somewhat cramped between one of the town watering holes, and a small park/plaza, there was still barely enough room so one could work on and display metalwork.

The stall itself was of reasonable size, displaying a fair number of basic armour pieces and a few basic weapons. The space on the inner side to was littered with tools, armour prints, and a number of waded up papers.

Behind the stall lay a simple anvil, as well as the small shack which held the all important forge and smelter. Already a small path had been beat down going from the stall to the stall, with a number of random smithing scraps dropped here and there.

Hanging over the stall, a simple wooden sign with the name "The Ferrous Maiden", a simplified suit of armour imprinted behind it.

Placed on a corner post of the stall, perhaps a bit higher then most would make it, there is a notice board:

Rates: You bring Mats, and I'll make you equipment free of charge, after a consultation as well as mat requirements being met. If you lack mats, schedule a consultation, and perhaps a deal can be struck. If you see an item already crafted you wish to purchase, you may barter in mats or other goods.

~Shard, The Ferrous Maiden Owner

A sign is also placed on the slightly angled counter of the stall, with a large wooden box and bell next to it:

-THE SMITH IS IN-

Come on in if you have something to order. If you don't see me at the stall, feel free to use the bell- as a note, if you kid's steal my bell again, I swear I'll find you and hand you upside down from the bell-tower.

Anyhow, please fill out a form while waiting.

Customer Name (Insert your name here):

Item Type (Sword, Armor, or Shield):

Item Description(Describe your item, or leave blank if you want me to choose for you) :

Powers/Enhancements (You want them or not?):

Added to the bottom of each form:

Please be as detailed as possible when describing the item in question. The more details about wanted effects and looks, the better. Otherwise, If I have returned, feel free to talk to me face to face to discuss details.

ON DISPLAY

N/A

OOC: Shop's are obviously OP, so come on in. I may not be here to personally greet players, but I take order's seriously. Also as a note, players CAN buy generic equipment that I didn't actually roll to make, but be aware they are only useful for RP purposes and have no actual game effects. Also, this layout was largely copied from Dellis's shop design, so all my thanks go to him for helping me out so much!

[Shard 0]

The main town of the second floor was a busy place. That much Shard could tell as he stood near the main transport pedestal, watching as droves of players moved about. In the months since the game started, the actual front-line had yet to have been pushed farther then floor 7, and only a small fraction of the player population actually worked as clearer's. The vast majority of the population still continued to reside in the starting city, but as time passed, the second floor began to gain popularity.

Scanning the large town, and its surrounding area from his rooftop vantage point, Shard was largely pleased with what he was. An active community in the high hundreds, all residing within the forest village, surrounded my yet untapped mountains and forests. As Shard sat back slightly on the cureved surface of the roof, feeling a pleasing wind in the mid-morning sun, he did suppose that perhaps the word "untapped" was incorrect, but he knew for a fact that until the first floor, there were still a reasonable amount of quests here. Though, they were apparently quickly vanishing.

*Tsk*

A frown tugs on Shard mouth, but he keeps it straight, continuing to stare into the mountains. He was never one to generalize or hate on a group for simple reasons, but he had to admit to himself that even he found the actions of some beta-testers... selfish. Due to the lack or resources on the first floor, it took him nearly twice as long as normal to get where he was now. Where was he now? Not on the frontline, that's for sure. Annoyance continued to course through Shard's heart, but as he silently watched the people of the second floor below, going about their business, he felt compelled to let it go. Releasing a small sigh, Shard shakes his head. It's not like getting angry at people for looking out for themselves will get anyone anywhere. Besides, Shard knew he was no saint himself.

No matter, as Shard turned his head, looking to the south end of the city, he spotted a small plaza. Eyes softening, he stands to his full hight, taking in the grand vista around him. This village would be his home now, specifically, the small plaza. For a moment, he looks down towards the streets below. considering the jump off. A 30 foot drop, so survivable, but did he really want to draw that much attention? With a haggard sigh, Shard instead opts to take the safer approach. The ladder he used to get up there in the first place.

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Grinning happily, Shard steps back to admire his weeks of work finally pay off. A simple stall and shack, but with the added addition of his tools, and the sign he commissioned, it was his new home. Shard slowly lowers himself down onto the edge of the plaza's fountain, his obsidian eyes never leaving the freshly made sign the swayed in the slight breeze.

The Ferrous Maiden

As dark as his eyes are, anyone would be able to notice the variable cornucopia of pride and relief radiating from Shard. Crossing his muscular arms, Shard tilts his head up, looking into the blue sky above. He had come a long way from being a random starter, starving in the starting city. Though it cost him the majority of the Col he made, he now owned his own shop- heck, it had a shack too. Self deprecating grin crosses Shard face as he stared into the virtual blue. Only in SAO could he find having his own shack this amazing.

The giggles of a girl tear Shard's mind back into SAO, causing Shard to move his gaze back to Aincrad. A young couple chase each other through the flowering tree's of the plaza, smiling and laughing, seemingly without a care in the world. Shard's mouth twitches for a moment, before settling back to a thin line. Shaking his head, causing dark spikes of hair to flail about, Shard stands off the fountain, making his way back to his new home. Hearing the laugher go faint with the short distance, getting drained out my people milling about, a knot forms in Shard's cheat. Causing him to stop, turning to look back at the young couple.

"Kid's these days..." though his eyes are dark, a warmth is carried by Shard's chiding words. Perhaps even relief. This was the first time Shard had seen anything like this since he arrived in this world. Shaking his head with a tired grin, Shard turns into his stall, bringing out papers to draw with. All the while his mind stayed on the distant noises of friendship, companionship, and love.

[Shard 0]

"Today, I make a sword."

Shard could have sworn the ambient noise gained volume as people went about their business outside his shack. Obviously, no one really cared much what Shard was going to make, but for some reason, Shard felt the need to announce it out to the world. If the world was fully contained within his smiting shack. Also, forgetting the fact that Shard still had his "Smith is out" sign up. Why? He still had no idea how to go about personally taking orders. He understood the mechanics of it fine, but he had an odd feeling it would all go to crap once he tried to speak.

Face defiant, ignoring the fact that he had sunk to the point of talking to himself, he pushes forward, lifting a large bag up onto a tiny crafting table. Why the defiance? After his training, Shard intended to start his armour smiting career right away- unfortunately the quest <> only have him enough Iron Scraps for four Iron Ingots. One short of being able to craft his armour.

Reaching into the bag, Shard pulls out a single metal ingot. Unlike the few dull grey, Iron Ingots he had smelted earlier that day, this ingot had a much lighter tone to it. Though it was neither shiny like a gem, nor matte like iron, it had a pure quality about it, it's hue changing from white to deep grey depending on how the light hit it.

"Ventsteel"

Shard breaths the name of the material before him, carefully examining the mat with a critical eye. He had traded all his Iron Ingots as well as a good chunk of is Col to acquire four of these babies. Though they were not as well suited to making armour, which had to do with the weight- Ventsteel being quite heavy, Shard thought he could make a new Two-handed blade instead. He was going to have to wait on that armour now anyhow. May as well, right?

Shard gingerly pulls out a second Ventseel ingot from his bag, placing it near the second. Standing straight, Shard takes a moment to admire the two mats sitting on his table. Ventsteel was actually quite rare on the lower levels, only having shown up on the sixth floor. Shard made a small nod of accomplishment- trading Iron Ingots for these was an impressive bargain, though admittedly, he did give a lot of Col...

Face losing some colour at the thought of the lost Col, Shard shakes his head, quickly grabbing his pincers. Carefully, he lifts the ingots into his forge one by one, watching impassively as they begin to turn a deep orange hue. For a few moments, Shard goes over a list of names and possible designs in his mind. Did he want something flashy? No, gems and bright colours were never his style. Perhaps something a bit more- utilitarian. Shard always did find beauty in more simple lines, the likes of European swords of old. The Claymore, the Zweihänder, the Bastard. All were an inspiration to him.

A small smile graces Shard's face as he remembers something, lifting an ingot out from the forge, placing it on the anvil. Taking his hammer in hand, Shard remembers a class he took only two years ago. A class he never though he would use for anything, but now realized would likely be the centre point for his future naming conventions. Bringing his hammer down, Shard continue to grin, realizing he had a name for this new weapon which would take him to floor 7 and beyond.

"Fortis Gleam"

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Rank 1: Starting rank and 2 Crafts a day

Crafting: Two-handed Straight Blade

1=Epic fail 1 EXP (lose mats if crafting)

2-4=fails 1 EXP (lose mats if crafting)

5-7=bad Item 1 EXP (50% chance to salvage mat's in repeat quest)

8-9=Good Item 2 EXP

10=Uncommon Item 3 EXP (GM approval for enhancements)

11=Rare Item 5 EXP (GM approval for enhancements)

12= Perfect Item 8 EXP (GM approval for enhancements)

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OOC: Edit - Rare Sword added - +5XP

Fortis Gleam

This Two-Handed Sword is made of Ventsteel, the metal of the blade changing tone with the shifting light, moving from silvery white to a deep gunmetal grey. The blade is a robust hexagonal shape, being quite thick for most two-handed blades, over an inch in width. The point itself is also itself simple, a standard half-diamond; long enough for stabbing, but thick enough for smashing armour. It's cross-guard seems almost crude, simply being a thick block of ventsteel, bolts through the top and bottom sides. The grip is wrapped in white cloth, the core being steel, and bound leather.

Lastly the pommel is a single square shaped brick, incredibly heavy to balance the massive blade, with various inscriptions carved into its flat surfaces. The sword seems to faintly glow in darkness, a light silver aura strong enough to see, but faint enough to never notice if not looking. It's very unassuming nature, is its power. It weighs more then a standard two-hander, but it hits with incredibly increased lethality. Being heavy enough to crack plate, sharp enough to pierce hide, and durable enough to block hits. On the bottom of the pommel, in carved, bold letters, A single word of Latin is placed. Fortis, meaning "Strong".

Shard's normally dark eyes were wide and gleaming in wonder, as he watched the ingots glow a deep orange, morphing into the shape of a sword. He places his crafting hammer own on the ground, eyes never leaving the glowing blade. In a warm flash, where there was once two metallic ingots, now lay one of the single most impressive swords Shard had ever seen. To say Shard isn't the emotional type, is like saying a baby wont cry, but that the moment, something akin to joy flowed through the normally hard man's vein's.

Carefully, Shard lifts his newest creation up from his table, his mouth quirking upwards. He lifts the blade up and down, his mouth forming a small smile. Unlike his last starter blade, this had some real weight to it. Not just that, but it was pretty, and not in that standard shiny, frivolous was most people in this game had a thing for. It's straight lines, and all business blade seemed to draw Shard in, until he noticed something.

Bringing the blade closer to his face, Shard examines the cool, silver metal. Suddenly he see's it. A faint glowing... aura? Scratching his head, Shard wasn't quite sure how to word it. It was like the sword was giving of light- but the light wasn't actually light? Shard frowns, before pulling away from his creation, taking it by the lengthy grip, and holding it up. He felt the power of the blade, knowing it would be an amazing tool. Quickly, he activates his appraisal window, scanning the blade.

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"Two heaviness, one sharpness, three durability" Shard voice is still low, but it has a slight lyrical quality as he notes the blades given attributes- attributes he mad sure it had to start. He knew better blades existed, but this was by far the best he had seen in quite a while. Nodding, Shard activates his menu once more, placing the Fortis Gleam in his primary weapon slot, replacing his starter sword, which was thrown into a bin.

"It's a good sword."

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Enhancements/Powers: It raises the wielder's damage by 2 points. (Approved GM Dellis)

[Shard 0]

For a moment, Shard stares at his forge, before looking back to the ingot of Ventsteel that lay on his counter. For a moment the large man paces- well it's really more like walking in a small circle, but it had the same effect. Pacing aside, Shard was trying to decide what to smith next. His first attempt had gone spectacularly, crafting a weapon that had yet to even show up on any brokers reports. Would he be able to repeat that quality of work again?

Crossing his arms, Shard leans against a counter, eyes narrow as he eyes the various sword designs he drew up. One handed, Two-handed, Daggers, even a Katana, he had plans for all of them. Slowly, Shard picked one at random, lifting the large paper to his face. It was a single-handed sword, and a rather nice one at that- one of the first he penned if he recalled correctly. It had an interesting flow to it, his inspiration while drawing the blade was a river- yeah a river. Shard makes a funny face as he remembers how just hours before he took lunch up on a building roof, watching a nearby river.

The concept itself had a flowing nature, the blade curving somewhat, but only enough so it was still classified as a straight sword. He also detailed in neat little waving lines along the side of the blade, if only to make it look more desirable. Honestly, this was not a weapon, Shard would ever choose to use as a standard. Shrugging, Shard lifts a block of his rare Ventsteel in hsi other hand, hefting it somewhat as he continued to stare at the design he made.

"Why not," his voice having a devil may care quality to it, Shard drops the ingot into his forge, placing the drawing by his side while he fetched his crafting hammer. As he picks up the hammer, Shard stares at it for a moment, considering praying to it or something- maybe it would improve his chances? Shaking his head, Shard snorts in amusement, turning back to his forge, pulling the burning ingot out with his pincer.

Taking the hammer in hand, Shard gives it a good hit, then another, and another, until the burning ingot begins to glow a deep blue...

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Rank 1: Starting rank and 2 Crafts a day (Second craft)

Crafting: One-Handed Straight Blade

1=Epic fail 1 EXP (lose mats if crafting)

2-4=fails 1 EXP (lose mats if crafting)

5-7=bad Item 1 EXP (50% chance to salvage mat's in repeat quest)

8-9=Good Item 2 EXP

10=Uncommon Item 3 EXP (GM approval for enhancements)

11=Rare Item 5 EXP (GM approval for enhancements)

12= Perfect Item 8 EXP (GM approval for enhancements)

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OOC: Edit - Failure - +1XP

Shard waited with a calm expression as he watched the ingot glow, and slowly morph. For a moment, everything seemed okay, the ingot more or less forming the way it should. Suddenly, the glowing blade begins to bend and shift at disturbing angles, causing Shard's eyes to budge, taking a step back, then a step forward.

"No- no, no, no..." Shard reaches out to touch his twisting, contorting creation, his voice almost pleading. Unfortunately, Shard already knew what the result would be. After another for moments of agony, watching the blade turn into a freaky bent corkscrew, it suddenly explodes into data, forever vanishing from existence.

Shard's face is a deadpan, staring into the space where the blade vanished, ignoring the <> prompt that floated in his HUD.

Crafting Day End: Level 1 - 6/20 exp to level up

[Shard 0]

*Crunch*

Shard took a deep chunk out of a red apple he bought during his now daily trip to the market for food, chewing loudly as juice dripped on the dusty floor. Smithing and grinding made him enough money to get by on, at long as he avoided the more decadent foods that is. So the majority of his meals were fruit, bread, and soup. Shard didn't mind roughing it for a while. Besides, it's not like his physical body needed any specific nutrients in this world. Shard snorts in amusement, imagining eating only cake and ice cream in this world. He would love it for all of a single day before he would be liable to swear off sweets for life.

Shaking his head, Shard finishes off his last apple, sliding out of the wooden seat he occupied inside his "forge". Shard had come to enjoy his time inside the small 6 meter by 6 meter wood framed building. Sure it was a bit tightly packed, but it had enough room for him to work, eat, sleep. What else did he need?

Clearing his groceries off a counter, Shard accidentally knocks his last Ventsteel ingot to the floor, wincing as it lands with a deep ring. Carefully placing the bags on the floor, Shard lifts the ingot to inspect it. It was still, unsurprisingly, in perfect condition, perhaps a bit scuffed on the edge, but that was about all. Holding the silver coloured ingot in his right hand, Shard brings his left to his chin, eyeing the ingot. It had been a while since he last attempted to craft anything very advanced.

Looking to his side, Shard gazes at the various drawings of weapons he kept on his drafting table, wondering if there was anything in there worth making. There probably was, but for some reason, Shard felt like winging it today. Placing the ingot down, Shard activates his forge, pulling his hammer and pincers out for use.

Carefully placing the ingot into the forge to heat, Shard contemplates a design and name. Eyes narrowing in thought, Shard went over in his mind all the various swords he has seen players using- one handed straight specifically. He remembers a great deal of them seeming nonsensical in form, as if made my an art major rather then a smith. In a way, it didn't matter, all of it being a game, but it still offended Shard to see swords made of glass, encrusted with rubies, with a heart-shaped guard.

Shaking his head as he pulled the glowing ingot out of the forge and place it onto his anvil, an idea came to Shard, one that he would normally dismiss as strange, but considering he would never use the sword and he would be the only one to know... Shard opens a drawer beside himself, removing a jar full of red dust. "Red Iron Rust" Shard's voice is almost a whisper as he shakes the dust in the jar. Removing the cap, he pours a liberal amount of the dust onto the glowing ingot, activating a prompt to combine the items. In a sudden change, the ingot starts to glow a red crimson colour, Shard nodding in approval, as he grabbed his hammer.

*Clang*

Shard's eyes smile as he gives the glowing ingot a good hit, then another, and another, watching it slowly gain shape. As the blade formed, Shard formed a name in his mind, once more using a similar naming scheme to his own Fortis Gleam...

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Rank 1: Starting rank and 2 Crafts a day (First craft of day)

Crafting: One-handed Straight Blade

1=Epic fail 1 EXP (lose mats if crafting)

2-4=fails 1 EXP (lose mats if crafting)

5-7=bad Item 1 EXP (50% chance to salvage mat's in repeat quest)

8-9=Good Item 2 EXP

10=Uncommon Item 3 EXP (GM approval for enhancements)

11=Rare Item 5 EXP (GM approval for enhancements)

12= Perfect Item 8 EXP (GM approval for enhancements)

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OOC: Edit - Perfect Sword added - +8XP

Crimson Rex

A One-Handed Sword made of Ventsteel and Red Iron Rust, making it darker and heavier the most blades. The metal of the blade is surprisingly quite translucent, being a deep crimson in colour. The grip, hilt, and pommel are a more standard grey, with articulated hand-guard, and decorative glass. The sword seems to glow a faint red in darkness, it's blade hot to the touch when foes near.

[Finnick 0]

I need a shield, but have nothing. Or even an enchantment to my dagger. So, what I propose is this: a duel when our life is set to ten, and if I lose I owe you 100 col. If I win, you owe me a good shield. How does this sound?

(not a death duel)

[Shard 0]

*Creeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek*

 

Dust, darkness and unhappiness. That's what Shard saw when he looked through the shack door he had just opened. The man stood there, his mouth tight, and eyes low as he surveyed his forge, once his home, now looked nothing more but an abandoned shack. It was painful for him, standing there, remembering the many days and nights spent hunched before the forge, pounding away at his well earned mats, attempting and failing to sell his wares. Even before he had gone all wander-hermit, the shack wasn't much- his smith shop wasn't much more than a wooden stall, a sign and this shack.

Taking a step in, Shard could see all of his old equipment still there, hammers, mallets and tongs waiting to be used. His forge itself was unlit, decorative chunks of wood sitting alongside, causing Shard to softly smile. The reasoning of this world never failed to amuse him. The forge, the crafting, even getting dressed was all simple button pushes and gestures. Those logs by the forge serve no purpose- they exist because a real forge would need them, and the game-dev's decided that they should be there anyway- for decoration. For immersion.

What a joke.
 
Shard finds a seat beside the forge, his elbow lightly brushing up against his crafting hammer. Turning his head slightly, Shard lifts the hefty tool in his hand, inspecting it closely. The heavy iron head is worn with nicks and scuffs, and the handle had seen better days, the leather bands worn and frayed. It was a good tool; one which he had crafted some of his best equipment. Had. 
 
Opening up his inventory, Shard scrolls through until he see's it. He has one mat left. A Ventsteel ingot. Something he had found and kept for months now, untouched. He had been saving it for something. He was never sure what, but perhaps now was the time to see. Looking down, Shard gauged his armor, a simple beginners iron-breast plate. It was cheap, and provided no real protection. Too bad he wasn't high enough level to make some- a new weapon though? He could do that.
 
Activating the forge, for the first time in quite a while Shard smiles widely. The warmth emanating from the glowing forge, the smell of burning metal, and the Cardinal System interface appearing before him, Shard felt at home.

Placing his sole mat onto the forge, Shard lifts his hammer, and then brings it back down.
 
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ID: 18224
CD: 12 [PERFECT]
 
-1 MAT (VENTSTEEL)
+8 EXP {RANK UP! NOW RANK 2]
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"Holy Sh*t"

Shard's dark eyes glisten in the dull orange light of the forge, in awe of the creation that lay before him. A sword, so massive, it must have been almost, if not as long as Shard himself was tall- just over six feet long. As the name, Artorias Will and it's info populated Shard's info-screen, the man whistled lowly, eyes squinting as he went over the impressive stats of the weapon. It was heavy. Incredibly heavy. If he hadn't leveled up not that long ago, he wouldn't have been able to even wield it. Slowly, as if carrying a new-born baby, Shard lifts his new blade, inspecting it's balance and feel. It was certainly fancier than anything he had wielded before. Fortis Gleam was all function, but Artorias Will was beauty and the beast. Smiling, Shard equips the blade to his gear, the blade vanishing from his hands and appearing on his back.

"It's a good sword."


 

Name: Artorias Will
Profession: (Blacksmith)
Rank: (1)
ID: (18224)
Roll: (12)
Item Type: Two-Handed Straight Sword
Quality: (Perfect)
Enhancements: +3 DMG
Description: An incredibly large blade constructed with Ventsteel and Ice Elemental crystal, causing the blade to have a blue-tinge and navy highlighting. While the grip is a bit more on the ornate side, the weapon itself is perfectly balanced and incredibly heavy, requiring a high STR level.